The families who had supported the business. The customers who had stayed when rumors tried to scare them away.
And for a second, I saw Uncle Will standing in the old garage doorway in my memory so I took a breath and the crowd became quiet.
"I've spent a lot of time thinking about what this place means to me. My uncle built Lawson Customs because he loved motorcycles, but more importantly, he believed people deserved someone they could trust. He taught me that fixing a motorcycle isn't just about replacing a part or getting an engine running again, because every bike belongs to somebody, and every somebody has a story." I explained as I looked toward the original workshop and I smiled.
"I wish he could be here today. But everything we've built started with him. So this expansion isn't
